I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.

writers just kept on staring at nothing until they wrote something. Might be two minutes or two weeks.

Talking's just a nervous habit.

The English inn stands permanently planted at the confluence of the roads of history, memory, and romance.

And so it continued all day, wynde after wynde, From a room beyond came the whistle of a teakettle. Now, you really must join me. I've some marvelous Darjeeling, and some delicious petit fours a friend of mine gave me for Christmas.

Children can ask what adults don't dare to because we don't want to admit we're scared and we don't really want to hear the answers.

Silence is a way of saying: we do not have to entertain each other; we are okay as we are.